Fantastic of god to provide a parking space for Alan, so much more important than curing a desperately ill person!
Could it really be true?
My thoughts were turning round in my head as I looked at John with a morphine drip, oxygen mask, failing kidneys and liver, pulse growing fainter.
I had just read these words from Psalm 91 after a random opening of the Gideon bible:
"Because he loves me ... I will give him a long life".
My wife and I had just arrived at her father's bedside to be told that we were just in time, because John had suffered an aortic aneurysm and was not expected to last more than another hour. We were told he would not regain consciousness and if he did it would be a miracle. My wife went to the toilet and prayed on her knees, then came back and asked me to read something from her bible. I showed her the reading and we both just looked on in silence. A few moments later John started spluttering. Fran's sister lifted the oxygen mask and John clearly spoke the words: "Clear off!".
We fetched a nurse and soon there were medics surrounding John and we were all ushered away.
John made a miraculous recovery and lived for another four years, during which time he was able to look after his wife Peggy, who was becoming increasingly disabled with severe arthritis. John later told us that he had asked God for another three years, and I thought back to the words of Psalm 91:
“He will call on me, and I will answer him.” When he died we were faced with the dilemma of how best to look after Peggy. We did not wish to send her to a care home, but our family doctor strongly advised us not to let her come to live with us as she was too disabled to be cared for at home. After several prayers, we felt it was the right decision to bring Peggy to live with us. We converted the study into a bedroom so she would not need to climb stairs. We set about advertising for carers to help out while my wife and I were at work. We managed to set up a successful care regime, and our family doctor admitted he had been wrong. We felt blessed an privileged to have Peggy living with us, and our home became a wonderful focal point for my wife’s extended family.
After four years, Peggy was becoming increasingly frail and crippled with arthritis. The local hospice offered to take her in for pain relief while we sought out a suitable place for her to be cared for. While she was in the hospice, she suffered a severe stroke, and died in the hospice shortly after. The priest came to her bedside just before the end and pronounced “She has her bags packed and is ready to go home now”. Her last words were “Put that light out” and “Mother!”. We had assumed she was just confused, but later found out that this might be consistent with the near death experience of seeing a bright light and being greeted by deceased loved ones.
Just two days after Peggy’s funeral, we had a phone call from the adoption agency about two young siblings … and so began the next chapter in our life story.